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p.o.v
my eyes flutter open
to the light of the full moon
seeping into the corners of my vision,
the smell of last night’s alcohol
and your sweet perfume
clings to the shirt that now clings to
my bare chest as
I wade silently through
the maze of bad decisions
and discarded clothes
that litter your bedroom floor;
i hear you sigh into the mattress
as you mourn the absence
of your favorite pillow.
***
the smell of your burnt coffee
and my mid-morning cigarette
lingers on my skin as you
run your fingers through
my delicate mess of hair,
enjoying the sun rise
view of my smiling
cheeks as we sit
all legs and ankles curled
up in the shadow of
my back porch;
My eyes dangerously
dance up and down the
curvature of your upturned lips
but I know you have work
at 2 so our lazy sunday
musings will just
have to to do,
for now.
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nebulous afterthoughts
i sit alone
cigarette in hand,
the smoke from it’s flickering end
licks at the chapped frame
of my nearby window;
I watch the 
cloud swirl upwards toward
the studded sable sky 
as I breathe in deep trying
to settle the restless 
Beast nestled
behind the warmth of
my oceanic eyes,
(he doesn’t like quiet
evenings spent at home.) 
the cool evening air
brushes against
my freckle-kissed cheeks and 
stirs the collar of my 
unbuttoned shirt,
sending goosebumps trailing
down my outstretched arms
until I shiver into 
the well-worn chair 
I have found myself
curled up on
like it is my unlucky
throne.
i’m not sure whether minutes
or hours have passed
as I sit here cocooned in weary
midnight shadows 
but the street lamps don’t 
seem so loud and
my eyelids have begun
to dangerously dance 
with a mistress called Sleep;
I feel like I can finally
drift off knowing 
of the pe
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wake up call
The orange light of the street lamp
peeks through the curtains
casting your face in 
a northern lights kinda glow
and I smile into the valley of my pillow as 
my fingers brush through
your wildfire hair before slowly tracing 
the sloping field of your jaw;
I wanna kiss the sleeping 
breath from your lips 
as you lie there quietly next to 
me dreaming in midnight ecstasy;
I can’t help the butterflies 
that settle into the hollows 
of my stomach as you shift closer
to me and I begin to think 
about how damn lucky I am
to wake up next to you on 
nights like these--
angry sunlight filters 
in through shuttered blinds
as I glance at the clock staring at
me from across the room; 
I toss a look over my shoulder before letting
a sleep soaked sigh echo into
my empty little room as I 
remember that I have work today. 
  
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graveyard girl
my head hangs heavily 
amongst melancholy clouds
and the rain soaks my collar clean
as I sit staring at the 
cold stone monarchs 
of my ancestors;
that’s when I feel 
your whisper in my veins.
fire sparks in the whites
of my eyes as your fingers 
warm the hollows 
of my threadbare hips, 
I can feel the smoke filling 
my lungs as you pull 
me to my feet and 
brush the dirt from 
my ruby stained cheeks. 
dance for me, graveyard girl”
you call as your hands 
pull me into a swinging embrace;
your smile seems to brighten
even the darkest shadows
of my worn out souls and 
I can feel a lightness
bubbling up in the 
pit of my bones--
you’ve done the impossible"
I say as my lips turn up 
into themselves 
and I feel your fiery 
rhythms echoing in
my furnace of
a chest.  
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kill me slowly
i’ve got a picture of you 
tucked into the back pocket 
of my masochistic mind and it haunts me
in the darkest hours
of my early morning sleep but 
I can’t really seem to bring myself to 
care because part of me
craves
the fire that
you continue to
reignite in the valleys
of my singed synapses--
i thought I had moved on,
left those feelings to drown
in the depths of a darkened lake bed
(good fucking riddance) 
because I didn’t need that kind of
twisted, gifted misdirection 
in my life 
but,
here. i. am. 
(the lighter feels warm in my shivering hands) 
the taste of ashes dances on
my tongue and  
the smell of burning flesh
clings to the collar
of my worn out tee shirt; 
you’re killing me slowly 
and i’m okay
with that. 
 
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undefined
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     I am undefined
     like the irrational variables
     that rot your computer; 
     never quite fitting into the
     neatly arranged arrays
     that fragment this world 
     into disconcerting 
     congregations of 1s and 0s, 
     (the DNA between
      my ribs does not 
      conform to your primal
      binary code.)
[—503 eror: server overload—]
     I am undefined,
     an error in excess
     desperately trying to exit
     this (in)finite loop of
     on-off signals that
     consistently crashes 
     my delicate newtork of
    
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icarus born
you’ve ground your 
fingers into the dirt until
the bones have mixed 
with the gravel and your 
blood has washed the 
roads you walked in crimson carpets.
you are tired

and your head feels heavier than
the sun sinking into the horizon,
but fear not my sweet child
because the roots
that once tethered you 
to unpleasant dreams, 

(the ones that cut at your ankles
like nipping dogs) 

have been traded for feather-light wings
emblazed with Phoenix glory
and lined with gold--
you are finally free;
Icarus born and 
floating on the love
of a thousand sons.  
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[12/30] darkroom
we're sitting in this dark room
together and I'm running
my fingers through my hair
and the light is catching my eyes
as your hand grazes my knee;
the camera's shutter is ticking
like a clock, counting down the
hours
minutes
seconds 
faster than my heart knocking against
the hollowed out spaces of
my locomotive chest and I'm sure
you'll see the wildfires in my cheeks
when you're looking back at
these picture tomorrow morning
and I hope oh god I hope
that there's a little
whisper in the corner of your
mind that says 
"she's worth more than a thousand words,
but you're missing out on the story."  
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[8/30] goodnight moon

wrap me up in milk-threaded linen
and tie a noose of chrysanthemums
and forget-me-[k]nots around 
my ankles until I lay
upon a throne of floral glory;
high above the lilting evergreens
the crow and the dove 
will dance in the dawning 
moonlight just as the creeping 
shadows of twilight will 
wrap their wilting fingers around 
my shoulders in [dis]comfort as
the gentle northern winds guide me 
to a weeping paradise 
cloaked in mirrored 
antiquity.  
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[7/30] over exposed

click 

click
click
i can hear you 
capturing each haphazard
moment as we wonder
around this record shop
looking like two kids who 
kinda know what they’re doing
but really you’re just looking 
for inspiration and I’m 
just looking for answers
that don’t exist. 
we leave the music behind
for small talk and milkshakes
while your left side brain
begins to critic your own work, 
and I can’t help but feel the rowdy 
butterflies that resonate in 
the pit of my stomach 
as I see my own face
pop up before your
scrutinizing eyes because 
you know me on a level 
no one else has ever seen 
and it tears me up inside
to know what could 
possibly be going through 
your head right now. 
the walk back is pretty quiet
except for the creaking 
of the camera strap around your
neck and the soft music
of a Georgia night, 
and as we each give our goodbyes
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dear space man
dear space man,
when I was a little girl 
I used to spend my nights
counting the stars as
they twinkled in breathless unison
because they reminded me of
the freckles that speckled
the ridges and valleys of my own face 
and I slowly grew to 
love the little imperfections 
as much as I loved 
the ones that shined 
brightly overhead;  
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[5/30] dancing queen
backs straight and eyes watching, 
we stand in silent repose
as the piano starts
to sweep across the floor
carrying our feet as 
we begin to sway amongst
a sea of reds and blacks--
I can feel your hand cradled 
in the small of my back
as we glide through the 
turns and spins, 
an air of elegance dripping 
from your pretty little lips
as we step in perfect time, 
but all I can think about 
is ripping that silly 
mask from your face
and showing you how to 
really dance.  
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[4/30] it'll come out in the wash
like a red wine stain 
on your favorite white dress
you’ve left your mark: 
imperfectly ingrained in the
delicate fabric of
my mind and
it makes my lips
frown into my afternoon coffee.    
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Medium Poetry
50-200 words. Can be any form, though I am best at free verse. Please be descriptive and precise with your request.

caughtwhen I was younger
I used to chase boys
across the schoolyard
and carve their names into
the darkest depths of
my makeshift diaries;
I thought they were my
best kept secrets,
so carefully
tucked away under the
corners of my mattress
(or so I thought until my mother
asked me exactly who
jonathan was and why
my tongue tripped
over his name.)
as I entered
my ripe and pungent
teenage years full of angst
and peer pressure
I found myself falling
or rather flailing
madly into love,
which the first one is
always the messiest
because we’re still not
quite sure what love is
except that it makes your
chest feel tight and
sitting in class next to your now
best-friend-turned-crush
extremely hard--
needless to say he was
neither the first nor last
boy to play with my heartstrings.
but now as I sit on the edge
of adulthood my feet dangling
precariously off its ledge,
the names and faces that
used to line the margins
of my notebooks
have faded to fond memories
and I’ve found myself
traveli
if I could go back in timeit all started with a hello that
came fl-fl-flittering from
my quivering, adolescent lips
and then we
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         b
            l
              e
                 d
into a hypersonic
oblivion were me melted together
in a symphonic mix
of words and the distilled
inks of dead poets.
we g r e w and glowed
and slowly we (I)
fell deeper into
uncharted waters that
made my bones grow cold
and my heart
drown with antic-
-pation.
when you offered to
show me the very galaxies that
swirled in my faltering irises,
when you splayed
your fingers against
my spine and urged me
toward the dancing
constellations
with your soft willow-whispers
against my foolish ears
I…
I…
I…
panicked
scared, I dashed away
like a frightened
lamb in the eyes
of God,
leaving your arms
empty and
quaking
while my heart
screamed bloody
murder from within
my rusted prison
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Long Poetry or Short Story
Poems will be between 200 and 500 words. Can be any form, though I am best at free verse. Please be descriptive and precise with your request.

xcix. pushing up daisiesWe were laying on your bedroom floor
a nearly empty bottle of cheap wine was sitting
beside us as we barely watched some dramatic sitcom
play on the TV; your head was nestled against my shoulder
and your hand was tracing circles down my arm
as you drunkly rambled about you&me.
he loved me.
You threw your arms in the air with a
frustrated ‘tut’ as I stood there arms crossed
and waiting; all I wanted was an apology but you
stubbornly couldn't see past your ego until
you let your words slip and then the tears started
slipping down my face as my hand slipped from the crook
of my elbow and we both went to bed bruised--
the mark I left on your cheek was just as red as my still crying eyes.
he loved me not
It started with an exchange of 'hello, how are you?'
but turned into a last minute movie night at my place
where we talked more than we actually watched the movie,
which turned into me sitting in your lap,
your lips ghosting towards mine as my heart
nearly lea
verbatimthey say opposites attract and I guess they’re right
because I was attracted to you since the day we met
with those wild green eyes and your alluring words that made
me feel more comfortable in my own skin than
I have ever I felt in twenty years of existence,
you were a foreign taste to me that I began to crave
so insatiably that my angel became my devil’s advocate
and suddenly troubled waters turned into stormy seas
and all I remember are
the long days and hard nights
that were clouded with loud voices and
screaming
lots and lots of screaming
and tears so many tears
that i’m surprised i had
any to spare
but in the cacophony  
of clashing words and late night movie dates
we sparked
we ignited
we burned
you were the fire to my gasoline and it became
impossible to wash your ashes from my skin
you were painted on me;
it was our own Mona Lisa except she was frowning,
frowning because one of your hands was around my waist
and the other was pointed towards the sky
you


Short Stories will be roughly 500 words or less, depending upon how invested I become in the story. Extra words are free of charge if I get a little carried away.

Underneath the StarsShe stood there at the window, silently watching the storm that raged outside. The large droplets of rain splashed against the hard ground as rumbles of thunder echoed through the air. A flash of lighting popped in the distance giving the scene a pale violet glow. She watched as the careless winds pulled at the trees, bending them back and forth, threatening to break their limbs.
She pursed her lips and thought about the irony of the situation. It was if the storm that pursued outside the glass was the same one stirring in her heart. She felt as if she was the one being thrashed about, being bent back and forth, threatening to break apart.
But she knew there wasn’t anything she could do, except let the storm pass.
She sighed. I wonder what he’s doing?
 
He sat there at his desk, eyes blindly skimming over the pages of work that were scattered about. A textbook stood open at the end of the one desk, passage after passage running along its pag
Doodle/ Small Artwork
Small (5"x5") sample of work. Can be of any subject except NSFW content. Can be in medium (charcoal, watercolor, pencil etc.) Can be adapted digitally for +10 pts. If you wish to have the piece physically we can arrange that personally over note, though it will cost a little extra.

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Crystal
Artist | Hobbyist | Literature
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22 | virgo | space princess | biomedical engineer
former poet | patd trash | newb adult | amateur (crochet) hooker



"Let's burn out the lights"


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Hi. I'm Jade/Crystal/CJ/crystallized-skies/Skies/Bisquit I like words and pretty things. Fall is my favorite season. I have an affinity for messy things like eraser shavings and relationships. I spend 95% of my time on the internet because the real world sucks sometimes.

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Interests
  • Listening to: Love to Lay - The Weeknd
  • Reading: The Elegant Universe
  • Watching: Terrace House
  • Playing: Solitaire
  • Eating: Choclate
  • Drinking: Water
WHOO BOY HAS IT BEEN A HOT MINUTE LORDY. Hi guys. I'm not dead. Surprise surprise. I graduate college in two and a half weeks and I don't think I'm ready to be a REAL adult. I probs won't keep up with this much but I wanted to prove that the aliens hadn't abducted me. Tbh no one is probs gonna read this or care but I'm currently procrastinating reading a 10 page article on cornea mechanical models. Anyway bc I don't get on here much if you wanna keep up pls pls find me on other social medias. I have both a tumblr and instagram and snapchat. U gotta message me for the snapchat but hit me up on the others bro. Now onto more procrastination 

tagged by the lovely unfaithfulstars (literally bc her journal title said "tag urself") 
Name: Crystal 
Nickname: Jade/CJ/Biscuit 
Location: 'Merica
Age: 22 GOD I'M OLD FOR THIS HELL SITE
Height: 5'5"
Zodiac sign: Virgo 
Any pets: Nope. But wanna get a dog when I move out. 
Favorite thing about yourself: My daydreaming capabilities 
Worst habit: being too fucking nice (or being terrified literally of my future) 
Fun fact: I went on a tinder date and the dude dropped a condom on our walk after lunch (:

Gender identity: female
Sexual preference: bisexual biromantic
Romantic preference: whoevs can handle this MESS
"Kinsey Scale" score: Solid 3, my fav number 
Relationship status: single and ready to mingle
Myers-Briggs type: intj/intp (i'm even indecisive in my personality) 
Hogwarts house: ravenclaw

"Early Bird" or "Night Owl": night owl
Bath or shower: shower
First thought in the morning: "can I get away with snoozing my alarm again?"
Last thought before falling asleep at night: usually thinking about what I gotta do the next day 

Do you work or are you a student: student but not for long ;) 
What do you do well at: i'm pretty good with words I guess 

Drink: here and there. When I'm feeling it. Usually a rum and coke or vodka + whatever is in the fridge 
Smoke: nope 
Do Drugs: nope
Exercise:  I tried that for a week. It didn't work out 
Have a nervous habit: drink from my water bottle during awkward silences 

What is your favorite…?
Physical quality (in yourself): my eyes or my hands 
In Others: definitely eyes and faces in general 
Mental/emotional quality (in yourself): my empathy 
Food: mexican food has a dear place in my heart (and probs my arteries) 
Drink: starbucks vanilla iced coffee with cream <3
Animal: dog
Artist/Band/Group: hm right now i'm on a panic at the disco kick 
Author/Poet:  all my peeps i used to keep up with on here 
TV Show: currently Terrace House: Boys and Girls of the City 
Actor/Actress: who cares
Blogger: uh i don't keep up with any 

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a-girl-named-divine Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
:tighthug: hope you're doing well, love you!
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chachaXevaXjeffrey Featured By Owner Oct 15, 2016  Hobbyist General Artist
I feel you about a lot of things.
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Serendiipitii Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2016  Student General Artist
Happy birthday Jade! :love:
Let me hug you! Let me hug you! Let me hug you! 
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Rainpoppy824 Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2016  Student Artist
Happy Birthday!! :D
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Sanna2011 Featured By Owner Sep 6, 2016  Hobbyist Writer
Happy birthday! :hug:
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